I'm doing okay. [ he shrugs, lamely. ] Cadens had a dry winter, but people still need to do dress rehersals. Once we're all done I might go visit the Nether.

[ Or visit the dragons at the bottom of the sea, or do anything at all... He doesn't know. He's wandering, until the brief moments that he is called upon as a god. There is no aim to his wandering, no purpose.

It gets a little lonely, sometimes. So he'll always come back home. ]